Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Philippines and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Index to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Toni Rubio,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
cv313,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
Dark Day,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marcia Griffiths,
MC5,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.